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<span class="mu-b">”To tell you the truth, Brun, <span class="mu-i">I don't feel anything</span>. Maybe deep down there is a feeling of sympathy, but no regret or remorse.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”And this is how you Mainlanders do war? Anyone to feed your bloodlust?”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”Hah, far from it- I <span class="mu-i">wish</span> we did! We treat our prisoners of war and the civilians of an enemy people better then our own citizens. I never said I enjoyed it. She was an enemy too, though her role was different, they were both guilty of the same.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”...I can't believe this. Someone like you and Father will still... grr..”</span>
That was strangely accusatory. Brun isn't usually like this; his normal joking self got so serious all the sudden. You find it hard to believe he'd defend a random female like this- you didn't think he thought much of any woman, much less some high value floozy. Your closest friend among the blondes won't even speak to you- though none of the others seem especially offended by your accidental killing. What gives?
On a following day, you are walking through the village when you are suddenly hailed by Zaj again.
“Akule! Come here- I need your help”
<span class="mu-b">”Ahh, what is it, Sir?”</span>
“Well, this is the season to work with clay before it gets too hot and it all dries up. Would you like to make pottery with me?”
<span class="mu-b">”Oh- ok, sure!”</span>
This was unexpected. It feels nice to be included, yes, but having an artistic task like this really gets you going. What a nice surprise. The ever-paternal Zaj tells you how to set up the pottery shop, preparing the spinning wheels, cutting and measuring clay. Soon enough, you are arms deep in your work.
